Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 356 Wukong
Dream, what is a dream?
The Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine explains the origin of dreams as follows: it is caused by insufficient positive energy in the body and external evil entering the body.

This evil refers to external factors.

Everyone's dreams are different. Some dreams are what they think about during the day and appear at night. They are the embodiment of one's own desires or longings.

Some are just a simple dream, and when you wake up you even forget yourself.

As for Liu Pozi, who had pulled Wang Yi into the dream at this time, she no longer knew how to evaluate Wang Yi's dream.

One can see that above the boundless blue sky, Mrs. Liu still maintains the same posture of sitting on the cushion as in the outside world.

Around it, there are tall buildings, busy traffic, viaducts being built at a rapid pace, and billboards on the buildings on both sides changing rapidly.

The clothes of people walking in the building change three times a day, but their faces are filled with happy smiles.

suddenly!

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, yellow sand rolled, and smoke filled the sky.

The environment that was originally unfamiliar to Liu Pozi turned back into the small town and water town and the Western-style buildings of the Republic of China that she was familiar with.

But this small water town and the Western-style buildings of the Republic of China were all shrouded in the flames of war. Propeller fighter planes flew through the sky, dropping bombs one after another, burning the small water town and the Western-style buildings of the Republic of China together. No matter how good or beautiful it was before, it was useless.

On the sea, in the inland waters of their own country, warships flying the flags of various countries fired their artillery at the shore.

The soldiers on the shore who came from all over the place had a heart to defend their country, but they were turned into craters by the artillery fire without even seeing the enemy. Their bodies were gone and mixed with the soil.

With the double attack from the sky and the sea, not to mention the confrontation between the two armies on the land battlefield, the Chinese army, without the advantage of sea and sky, could only retreat step by step under the enemy's bombardment. The true portrayal of the Chinese army at this time was that they had the will to kill the enemy but were powerless to turn the tide.

With the advantage of sea and air, the enemy advanced straight in with ease, encountering almost no resistance. They stepped on the corpses of Chinese soldiers, broke into the homes of thousands of Chinese people, and unleashed their nature as invaders.

Burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.

Women were insulted and tortured to death. Thousands and tens of thousands of men had their hands tied and were escorted by dozens or hundreds of armed invaders who were far fewer in number than them. They dug their own burial sites and fell to the gunfire of the invaders without even a chance to put up a fight.

Blood soaked the soil, and the only sounds coming from the city were the cries of the surviving women, children and the elderly, which gradually faded away.

Instead, there was the invaders' arrogant laughter. The blood of the Chinese people was still on the blades of the invaders, and in front of them were the corpses of soldiers who had stubbornly resisted after the city was broken.

There are soldiers, civilians, and practitioners...
The invaders here were delighted as they captured another city, enjoyed the spoils, and slaughtered their own people.

On the other hand, the people fleeing from the city were in a miserable state. They were displaced, separated from their wives and children, and it was common for them to be without clothes and food.

They fell on the way to escape and became food for others. They accepted their fate. They were all wanderers in the world. If one of them died, several families would be saved. So they just died. They had no choice, and neither did others.

It is said that there was a great famine and people were eating each other.

We are still young now. If we lose the battle, we can fight back. As long as we can provide disaster relief, the victims are the best source of soldiers.

But where did the food and clothing for disaster relief go?

Oh, it turns out that these relief supplies became the food for the nobles and high-ranking officials to eat and drink in the mansions of the rich and powerful, and also became the battlefield for fighting against the invaders, where the invaders ate the enemy's supplies, and all the invaders had to pay was to transfer the money and property plundered from the people to these businessmen.

The defeated armies were even more ruthless, snatching away every last bit of property from the fleeing civilians along the way and then marching away.

So, where is Wang Yi, the source of this dream? Where is he?

He stood naked at the intersection between the war-torn city and the ever-changing skyscrapers.

On one side is the steel jungle that is changing with each passing day and developing rapidly. People who are enjoying the development of the times seem to have forgotten the pain that once happened on this land. They only think about competing with each other and living a life of luxury. Strange looks are cast at Wang Yi, who is standing on the side in another era, as if they are looking at an alien who is out of tune and unwilling to integrate into their group.

On the other side were those who died in the war and human disasters. They turned into ghosts, entwined around the other side of Wang Yi's body, and kept questioning him.

Why do later generations forget the sufferings of their predecessors, and why are you the only one who survived!
And the laughter of the invaders seemed to be mocking Wang Yi for doing nothing, as everything he did was in vain. In the end, they still captured the city and killed the people.

Those who survived gradually began to forget what they had done, and even wrote books and erected monuments for these invaders.

Countless distracting thoughts and countless voices echoed in this mixed dream. Even Liu Pozi, the initiator of this dream, was shocked by the dream she had induced in Wang Yi's subconscious mind.

She was the initiator of the dream that induced Wang Yi's subconscious worries and desires to materialize. In short, in this dream, she was a god, sitting high in the sky.

Overlooking the suffering of all living beings in the world.

But at this moment she could not control Wang Yi's dream. After all, she was a Taoist and had lived for so many years. Although Liu Pozi had never seen high-rise buildings that were changing with each passing day, she was a witness and experiencer of all the sufferings that had occurred on this land.

A sigh also came from the mouth of Mrs. Liu who was sitting high in the sky.

"As expected, your cultivation level is very high and is rarely seen in the world. Your age is both your greatest advantage and your greatest disadvantage.

Your mind is unstable, your spirit is unsettled, your thoughts are so many, this old woman has dreamed so many dreams, and you are the first one. To put it simply, cultivation is to cultivate both the body and the soul, and to put it in a complicated way, it is to cultivate the three paths of essence, energy and spirit simultaneously. Ten old women cannot compare with you, a young man, in terms of essence and energy, but your spirit, hehe, is not much different from what this old woman expected. Cultivation is only for transcendence, what does the suffering of all living beings have to do with me? Transcendence can bring great freedom and great freedom. You are so self-defeating, and you can't blame this old woman for planting a demon in your heart."

With these words, Mrs. Liu took advantage of the situation and made Wang Yi's dream more and more real. The sounds of suffering of all living beings that Wang Yi feared in his subconscious mind continued to ring in his ears, intending to completely destroy Wang Yi's mind of Taoism and make his cultivation stop here, unable to move forward.

This was the third time that Wang Yi faced this kind of bloodless battle of spirits and souls, and it was also the most dangerous one.

The first time was in the United States, where he clashed with the vicious spirit Teng Snake that survived the Shang and Zhou dynasties' Conferred Gods War. However, the opponent's condition was only one-tenth of its original state, and the methods he used were all outdated things from ancient times. It was nothing more than a battle of who had a stronger soul.

The second time was outside the Great Wall, when they dealt with a python fairy named Chang who was cooperating with the Japanese.

The opponent was in perfect condition, and was fighting at home. However, he went astray and chose to devour the flesh and blood of living beings to practice. He was not even as good as the evil spirit Teng Snake in the battle of souls. There was almost no battle of souls, and he was killed by Wang Yi.

The only difference this time was that the person he had to face was not Mrs. Liu, but himself.

It is the self who knows the direction of history, has lived two lives, and has memories of living in the same era.

He knows the past and has insight into the future. He is at the intersection of the upstream and downstream of the times. He understands that this period of history will be a foregone conclusion with or without him, but he cannot sit idly by and watch the suffering of the people in this era. He has traveled all over the world and overseas over the years, just to save more capital for the future and reduce the pain of the past.

Yet, I am afraid that if I make a wrong move, I will not only destroy the capital I have saved for the future, but also add more wounds to this already scarred past.

Walking on thin ice with fear and fear.

All these fears and worries hidden in his subconscious mind became real under the guidance of Mrs. Liu, constantly torturing Wang Yi's mind.

Just as Wang Yi said to Zuo Rutong and Zhang Zhiwei at the beginning, he was not a pure practitioner, but just a lucky man who happened to have talent in this area.

Therefore, he was able to pass the first time he faced the manifestation of his inner demon in seclusion in the capital, because the answer given by the inner demon at that time was that Wang Yi would never be able to ascend to heaven in his lifetime. But Wang Yi had no intention of ascending to heaven, so he was naturally fearless.

This time is different. This time he is facing the questioning of the suffering of sentient beings in the past and the indifference and ruthlessness of sentient beings in the future.

So this luck turned into bad luck, entangled with Wang Yi's naked body, making his naked body in the dream full of cracks. If he couldn't survive, Liu Pozi's goal would be achieved.

Demons are planted in Wang Yi's heart, his spiritual consciousness is filled with distracting thoughts, his inner demons are rampant, and he is indecisive in his moves. Any unexpected factor can shake Wang Yi's heart and ruin his reputation.

This was the most dangerous time for Wang Yi. The resentment and unwillingness of the dead in the past, the arrogance of the invaders, and the indifference and ruthlessness of the future were all what Wang Yi feared and worried about. However, Mrs. Liu missed one thing. Wang Yi could not get through this level by himself.

But there is a sentence that is the best summary for those who have experienced the pain of this era and for those who come after us who understand the pain of the past.

When a child cries, he looks for an adult; when an adult cries, he misses him.

When Wang Yi was about to be overwhelmed by his own fear and worry, in this mixed dream, a red sun broke through the clouds, blowing away the wind, sand and flames.

Shining on Wang Yi's naked and cracked body at this moment, the vengeful spirits entangled with Wang Yi also retreated under this red sun.

A loud, full voice with a strong local accent also echoed in the dream.

"···The unyielding efforts of the Chinese people will surely and steadily achieve their goals!"

"The world is yours, and it is ours, but in the final analysis, it is still yours. You young people are full of vigor and vitality, and are in your prime, like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. Hope rests on you!"

Words of encouragement and affirmation echoed in this dream one after another.

As the creator of the dream, Liu Pozi was also caught off guard by this sudden change.

Because in her opinion, since Wang Yi is a cultivator like herself, he naturally only trusts himself and not others.

Whether you believe in yourself is stable or not is secondary, but if you believe in others and take others as your faith, how can you surpass the people you believe in throughout your life? How can you achieve such rare cultivation in the world at this moment?

But she didn't know that Wang Yi had never been a pure practitioner. He was just a lucky man with a talent for practice.

What drives him forward in this era, besides the past sufferings and future changes he knows about, is a belief that comes from the deepest part of his heart.

At this moment, this belief is helping Wang to overcome this difficulty in the most direct way.

The sound materialized into fonts, merging with the red sunlight shining on Wang Yi's body.

As the concrete fonts merged with the red sun's rays, Wang Yi's naked, cracked body also underwent incredible changes!
The font turned into black ink, merged with the red flames transformed by the red sun's radiance, and turned into boiling magma to cast its body.

Magma flowed on Wang Yi's body, and the appearance of Wang Yi, who was originally half-naked, also changed in Liu Pozi's astonished eyes.

Strands of golden hair emerged from Wang Yi's body, shining brightly under the red sun.

In a moment, Wang Yi changed from being naked at the beginning to a golden hairy monkey.

Looking up at Liu Pozi who was sitting high in the sky, her eyes were like torches and two golden lights shone on her, making Liu Pozi who was sitting high in the sky feel uneasy and almost fell from the clouds.

Seeing this, Wang Yi also sneered.

Regardless of how embarrassed Liu Po ​​was at the moment, she jumped up to the ground, sat cross-legged, and clasped her hands together.

The magma that was cast on Wang Yi's body that had transformed into a golden monkey was also bounced away, and began to attach to Wang Yi who was floating in the air.

The magma turned into iron pieces and gathered around Wang Yi's body.

In the blink of an eye, a completely new Wang Yi stood on the earth again!

The armor is golden chain mail, the crown is a phoenix-wing purple gold crown, the shoes are lotus silk Buyun shoes, and the arm guards are kingfisher flying dragon Xuan!
He lightly pinched his right ear with his right hand, and then swung it, and in his hand he held the Dinghai Shenzhen Iron and the Ruyi Jingu Bang!

With a wave of the stick, the red flame turned into a big red cloak, swaying in the wind.

Under the shining red sun hanging high in the sky, it is shining brightly and in its prime!

What an energetic Monkey King!
Wang Yi's change made Liu Pozi even more panicked. She never thought that Wang Yi could use the power of others to break the evil situation in his heart.

What she couldn't understand the most was that there were only herself and Wang Yi in this dream. Where did this other person's power come from? And why could it make Wang Yi's mind become like this?
The words came out in panic.

"The Great Sage Equaling Heaven...Sun Wukong?!"

"It's your grandfather and me!"

Wang Yi responded loudly, and swung the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand, smashing it towards the dream created by Liu Pozi's subconscious mind with a force that could sweep away thousands of enemies.

As the saying goes, when the golden monkey raises his thousand-pound stick, the sky clears of dust. Today we cheer for the Monkey King, only because the evil fog has returned again!

The heavy stick swept across, smashing the ghost den transformed by the suffering of the old era, the heaven transformed by the new era, and Liu Pozi, the creator who sat high in the sky and dominated dreams, smashing the heaven, knocking down the mortal world, and clearing away the dust for thousands of miles.

The dream that was a mixture of changes between the old and new eras was swept away by this heavy blow, and the dream turned into a blank.

In this dream where everything has returned to peace, only the disheveled Liu Po, who had been thrown down to the mortal world, was sitting on the ground.

Only the Monkey King, who had swept away everything, put away his stick and shouldered it.

There was only a red sun hanging high behind the Monkey King, without any sign of setting.
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Liu Pozi lost. As the creator of dreams, her loss was unclear.

She didn't understand how Wang Yi, with his level of cultivation and cautious mind, could suddenly change at the sound of a voice. Not only was his mind firm, but he could also clear away all those evil thoughts and distractions.

"Do you have faith?"

"Correct!"

"But God?"

"Not a god."

"But people?"

"It is a human, but it is also not a human."

"Then why did I lose?"

"It's not me who defeated you, but the encouragement he gave me, and the ideals and beliefs he practiced on the road."

"Who is he?"

"My teacher is not just my teacher, but a teacher who inspires millions of Chinese people to persevere and forge ahead."

"Can I meet him?"

"See me as you see him."

"Oh, I lost."

(End of this chapter)